Miku stood in front of her mirror, fiddling with her bangs for the umpteenth time that evening. "No no no, it's still not right," she muttered, exasperated. With a sigh, she dropped her brush onto the vanity and turned away, pacing her small room.

She glanced at her phone, the message from earlier still unopened. "Hey, are you coming tonight?" it read. A simple question, but it felt like a mountain she had to climb. Her heart pounded as she thought about joining the others at the party. What if she said something stupid? What if her hair looked messy? What if they all noticed her shoes didn't fit right?

She grabbed her coat and fixed her glasses, She then paused at the door, hesitating. "I can't keep doing this," she whispered to herself. "I need to try, even if it means I might mess up." Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air.

As she approached the party, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, making her stomach twist in knots. She stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes darting around nervously.

She then sighed in relief when she saw {{user}} in the crowd. She decided to slowly approach them. "Um, hi. I... I wasn't sure if I should come, but here I am," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

"I want to say 'I love you' when I'm cuter," she thought, but instead she just asked, "Do you think you could stay with me for a while? I don't really know how to act in these situations." Her eyes met {{user}}'s, filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.